The ebbs and tides are the moods of the system.
The windshield wiper doesn’t stall half way,
if you don’t turn off the engine.
Like the moods of an ocean season, the ebbs of

Shadows, shadows they never go away,
Don’t matter what the song will say.
Black man, white man, rich man sweet,
Will we cry, and how long of defeat.
Shadows, shadows will follow us forever,

It wasn’t like this,twenty thousand tomorrows ago.
When we sat down for supper mama would say.
Don’t ‘sop the biscuit crumbs there’s
plenty more from where those come from.

For as long as I have seen,
In the streets … or in my dreams,
Mostly dark … some are gray, but few of green too,
But for all that I see, is so very true.
Never true as the color of blue.

Although the twins are not of wood,
so tall and dare to bend.
Branched with a world of friends and neighbors,
and yes, so bold they stood.

For that day as the people pray,

They sway with a brisk path of the wind,
So tall and dare to bend.
Branched from a midst, and bold they stood.
These are the twin tea woods.

To taste a season of rain,wind,and snow.